Emily Dickinson

Only A Shrine, But Mine

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Only a Shrine, but Mine I made the Taper shine Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come, Regard a Nun Thou knowest every Woe Needless to tell thee so But can’st thou do The Grace next to it heal? That looks a harder skill to us Still just as easy, if it be thy Will To thee Grant me Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?

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